Julia Cloverly Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

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Cloverly, man, it's a quirky mix. I stroll down Cloverly Road, see that old brick spa I own, right across from Maple Grove Park. That park—so chill, nuthin’ too flashy—has these gnarly old trees, ya know? And the little creek, “Willow Wisp,” winds through like a sneaky ninja. I sometimes get so happy just watchin’ the water, it calms my busy spa mind.

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